Welcome, Welcome! You've probably guessed by now, but this is a text-based Persona RPG site for Atlus fans, by Atlus fans. If you're new to Shin Megami Tensei, this place can still be for you, so no need to dash towards the doors! Your first stop should be the introduction board so we can introduce ourselves. Then right after that, feel free to go through our vital information to get a good feel of the site. We hope you enjoy your stay, and if you have any questions don't hesitate to post them here. Ciao!

Azores Weather Report

Wooh! It's starting to get windy over here! Heat is slowing down, and everyone is now starting to prepare for less rain and more sweaters! Everyone be ready! It's cool now, but wait until it gets even colder! Waves are coming harder and larger in the evening so watch out night-swimmers! This has been another Azores Weather Report!

Heya! I'm your friendly neighborhood Larsinny, a demon here to keep you updated on the current debacles going on within the site! Okay, maybe not debacles... Anyway! The Endymion Plot, our Third Main Plot, has started! We also have our previous plot's part two running next to it for Azores! If you're a new member looking to join the new plot, you will want to choose Endymion. However, if you're interested in our older plot, Azores, you may also join that one aswell. The choice is ultimately up to you! The Dungeon Master of the Azores plot is Grantus and the DM of the current Endymion plot is Philemon.

All templates on the site have been updated, and this also includes the rules aswell. When referring to the rules, please disregard any that say "Old" or "Obsolete" as we are no longer using those rules for the Endymion Plot. Oh, don't be mistaken! I love breaking the rules! But in this case, follow them or erasure!

Be sure to constantly check the update thread for any changes to the boards. You can find it ->Here

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Nebula sat alone in her dark, cold, confined room. She'd stayed up watching whatever was playing on her limited range of TV channels so as to forget all of the troubles plaguing her mind. Every single day, Nebula would regret the choices she'd made in the past, but only when she was reminded of them. This day, however, was different. Not only was today her father's birthday, it was also the day he died by her hands. Though it was not apparent, the only true reason she'd left her apartment that day was to at least try to visit his grave, but alas, she chickened out, like she always did with everything. She just couldn't bring herself to face him again, even if there was 6 feet of earth between them.

"Thank you, Grant. Three days ago the Suzie Q district became the unfortunate scene of a crime most heinous. A Psyche Terrorist gathered a group of hostages, and was plotting..."

That fateful night five years ago marked the day she concluded the destruction of her own life. Her father had come back home from a long day of drinking in self-apathy at having nobody to celebrate his birthday with, and she'd decided she'd confront him on his recent abuse of her. The argument began passive and civilized, but after Nebula brought up the topic of her mother... things went south fast. The house was filled with ire as shouts exploded from the mouths of both parties, until one of the two, in a fit of mental anger, frustration, and pent up suffering, lobbed a steel statuine at her father. The statuine struck him in the head and shattered his cranium, killing him instantly. Nebula gave herself in and confessed in court, despite her appointed lawyer's attempts to plead self-defense.

"...thankfully, our beloved cadets arrived just in time to take down the terrorist, and were..."

Not a day went by where Nebula didn't look for a way to make up for her sins. Every single day she would do everything in her power to do or make something that her father would be proud of, that would give him a reason to forgive her...

"...as expected, the cadets have shown, once again, that they are true heroes."

Nebula turned off the tv and sat alone for a minute, looking at her own reflection on the TV screen.